THERE among the sunlit spaces you came to have a talk with me. I saw you first standing on a sunbeam with your head thrown back and your hair streaming in the wind. On tiptoe you were--laughing--and your laughter was a harmony to the wild, strange music of the sky. How lovely you were--Iike an angel who had showered in the goldust of the sun.
Fisher, Glenn H.
"Lady of the Sky,"
Manuscripts: Vol. 14
, Article 13.
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